Addicted to your taste,
Dissolving on my tongue,
Coursing through blue veins
Spiking my serotonin;
Wake me from my slumber
Need you when I’m shaking,
Body doubled over.

You’re so sweet,
The way you granulate
When I break you down.

If it gets too hot for you,
We can dance until the fire
Turns you into caramel
Sticking to my canines
Bite into your main line
Drink you like a potion
Any way you can be mine.

Addicted to your taste,
You’re so sweet,
Dissolving on my tongue,
Coursing through blue veins
Spiking my serotonin.
I’ll lick you like caramel
And you stick with me.

I need you when I’m shaking…
Sugar

Like dead game
Come out and rend me
Pluck my wings like I’m descending
And wash me like a blessing

Salt the wounds so-
I can atone for
Sins that I keep on casting
Braise me in holy oils
Anointed by the grace of sirens
Singing me to deeper waters
Drown me in my sorrow
And repeat again.

I thought the demons would drown out
If I swallowed the light
I thought if I sat by the fires
I could see you in a flicker
But I’m resting on embers
Burning til the bones flake
And I can disappear to find you again.

This shell wasn’t meant to open,
Not when the tepid world could never
See the beauty within the calm of lilac,
The serene scent of stargazers,
Or symmetric patterns of hydrangeas

Invisible, walking among
Miserable, unable to remain strong
Malleable to conformist reform,
Toe the line - chanting “one of us!”

Lies told in mirrors
While the mirrors reflect truth,
Yearning for you to see beauty in -
Vivid viola, Cherry blossoms, or blue forget-me-nots.
Longing for you to see me.

And when I took the chance,
Hatched from this husk,
Let the real explore like a settler
Claiming myself one among an adoptive tribe
I knew the doors to your imaginary kingdom would close,

Now, I’m just one of those
No longer worthy of accolade,
Not receiving past praise
Of blazed trails of those I’ve laid
Endowment blessed,
Heart is an open hotel to rest your head
Vacated and yellow taped
Murdered because I dared to show you

Beauty in nightshade, pink rose, and iris
Neon pink, UV purple, and Cold cathode blue
My compass was never broken; it always rang true
It’s just led me through detours to journey here

And I must ask,
Blunt as I could make it.
Until you're unable to turn away
And left to face this,

Truly,
Dearly,

Is it because I’m Bi?

Bathing in the divine light,
Drinking Gaia’s tears,
Blanketed in the rich, nourishing soil,
Ephemeral ancient souls,
Last remnants of husk and bone,
Nutrient.

Budding with purpose,
Cocooned in elegance,
Destined deliverance,
Feel the swell of life like a rising tide,
Every secret knowledge gathered,
Pressed upon vibrant limbs.

Now bloom.

A broken verse claps across the expanse,
The sky darkens as anger swallows light.
A cold breeze caresses my skin like a cold shoulder,
Snarky whispers, wise yet harsh chill
Wisdom-filled words that pierce my breath.
I run to escape the scorching light,
Immolating sinners while angels weep.
To create anew from the ashes,
I mold clay, abashed by my creation.

We collapse,
Eyes dilated to the size of a well,
Panting to catch a single breath.
Hot air exchanged as steam stipples skin;
Bodies tangled like twisting vines
Spent and scented with secret sensations
Secreted upon the sheets so shamefully sweet
As we catch the wave of calm washing over
In syncopated arrhythmia and bated breath.

What is in the space of moment
Where cognition freezes and
Emotion takes the wheel?
What conversations are had between head and heart?
And who pilots the ship
When I’m sinking Titanically?

I speak through the vast expanse of the galaxy,
Weaving polysemy into intricate syllables
That resonate with a seismic force in their arrhythmic vibratos.
These interlocking fabrics envelop the entirety of sound,
Creating a harmonious tapestry of auditory experiences.

I want to feel your heart strings
Like a plucked guitar
The electric sonic resonance
Coursing like static
Heavy as the hair erects
And falls as a collective sigh.

I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Pacing through the labyrinth,
I’m searching for the puzzle pieces,
Piecing together the images,
With joyous celebration when the dots connect and make sense.

I yearn for the razorblades you wield,
Intended to sharpen lead,
Instead of incising scars,
Drawing images that leave no trace,
In the hope that if my words are abundant,
You can find the monosemy,
And in that moment, I can save a life.

Gentle is the kiss -
That graces a pale man’s moribund face.
White lilies bow blooming heads -
As last rites are sung like a hymn.

Why is it always so quiet when the rage boils to a tepid pitch?
Where was this love, honesty, when the pigment was flushed and toned?
Life in vigor, abundance, and without abandon--
While all have abandoned.

Gentle are the tears falling like the morning dew
As the mourning is due, and even the vowels of an eulogy tremble.

Where were the tears when he needed an ear?
Why does the pain of loss only now show the pain that was caused?
By caustic negligence or precedence,
How the nights reared demons like an atrophic birth
And left a silence behind oceanic eyes.

Gentle is the quiet,
Finally, silence,
As the early day’s rays
Shine a spotlight on the encompassing earth
Cover me, and let it be
For as in life so shall it be in death.
…Alone…

Silent temperance
Impedes the movement of change
When communication is mute
And hearts go on wondering
What is the price of comfort -
If love is the sacrifice?